Mother Dearest

Somehow even when I do something right, it is wrong. I can do all the laundry, clean the house, and make dinner and still be the biggest failure in my birthers eyes. I am sick and tired of feeling worthless because of her. I just want to kill myself right now. She doesn't know how to be a mother. Why did she even have me if she knew she wasn't going to be satisfied by a child who is different? Sometimes I wish she would have been on the pill, and never had me. Then I wouldn't even be alive to complain about how bad she treats me and makes me feel. 

Allumpkin Out